~Craig's Pov~

John, Lui and I are sitting in the living room, flipping through the channels for something we can watch. "There's nothing to waaaaaaaaatch!" Lui yells in his kid voice. "Well excuuuuuse me princess, It's not our fault there's nothing to watch!"  Lui pouts and I chuckle.
"Hey guys?" I ask and they look at me. "What...what's your story?" They look to me confused. I tap my chin. "Want me to explain or give you my story so you know what it is?" John holds up two fingers while Lui says he wants a example. "Ok, I'll tell you mt story."

~Story time!!~

I look around for Devon. My boyfriend. He usually waits for me by the front doors of the school, but he's becomming verry late lately. He's became late for at least three weeks now.

I walk through the cafeteria, people laughing, pointing and throwing paper balls at me as I pass. "FAG!"  I get hit in the back of the head with a book and I run. Devon was usually with me to help protect me.
I run out the back cafeteria and out onto the football feild behind the bleachers. Breathing heavily I sit down and look through the bleachers. I smile happily when I see Devon, but then I see a girl run up to him and he catches her, twirling her around in the air before putting her down.
They walk over to the bleachers im behind and sit right above me. They didnt notice me. "So Deavon~ Did you dump the Fag yet?~ I mean, you're only using him for homework and shit right?~" Devon laughs and puts his hand really high up on her thigh, being covered by a very thin cheerleader skirt.
"Duh! Im going to break up with the worthless runt tomorrow after he does my large assignment for History. Then I'm free to go to your house for some fun~"
I cover my mouth and run away, towards my house where mom and dad would comfort me. I run through the door and slam it shut, sliding to the ground and crying.
My mother runs down the hallway and to me from her bedroom. "Craig sweetie! What happened?! Here, come here moma will take care of you." She takes my bag and puts it aside, helping me up and guiding me to the couch.
Dad comes, walking quickly into the living room with a washrag. He sits beside me, my momon my other side. "What happened son? You dont usually cry." I take the washrag from him, gratful that my parents cared.

But not for long.

"M-My boyfriend never really loved me! He was cheating on my with a slut cheerleader and used me as someone to do his homework!!" I cry into the rag when a harsh hands landed on my shoulders. I gasp as I'm spun towards my father. I start to shake, my fathers enraged face scaring me. "What did you say?" I start to tear up more from fear. "I-I s-said ny Boy-boyfriend ch-" I was suddenly slammed down on our glass coffee table and screamed in pain as glass was scattered and embedded into my skin. "YOU WORTHLESS FAGGOT OF A CHILD! WHAT WOULD GOD THINK?!" He grabbs me by the back to the collar, opening the cellar doors and throwing me down the small flight of stairs, me a weeping, bloody mess. "Take some time to think about how you've discraced this family." And he slammed the door. Leaving me in darkness.

~End story time~

I sigh and pulled up my long sleeves to show years worth of cuts. Some of them new. "I've been doing this ever since, see," I point to parts where there were burn marks, "I used the lighter in the car to make these..." Lui gasps and covers his mouth crying. John chokes a sob and grabs his own slong sleeves, pulling them up to his elbows, his were words carved into his skin.
Lui pulls off his shirt and hoodie, turning around to show whip marks and a branding mark woth the initials GC. "I-It stands for Greg Calibre..."
We three all started to cry. We never noticed that there were people listening since the begging of my story.
"Good god mini...I'm so sorry..." I whip my head up and stare teary, wide eyed at the three standing in the doorway of the hallway. They come in and sit with us. "Can we...can we hear your stories...so we know what you've been through?" John, Lui and I all looked to each other. "Im cool with it..." John whispers. Lui nods and I try to pull my sleeves down but Wildcat grabbs my arm. "No, dont hide them. They may be scars, but they are a part of you and show what you've been able to overcome. Let them show." I loom up at him and see only sincerity. "O-Ok..." I say and leave them pulled up.
"So, who's going next?"